Jack was in surgery for about 2.5 hours and went to the PICU extubated. He is on 1 litre of O2, mainly because all the trauma done to his chest walls and the incision in his side keep him from taking a full breath. He certainly is in pain. It is very obvious. However, he still has a sense of humor and is currently watching Wall-E and you'll hear him say "EEEE VVVAAAA" every now and then.
He is on morphine for the pain, and benedryl for the morphine (it makes him itch) and he has a large chest tube that is draining the fluid from surgery, and he has a tiny cath that is putting medication into the chest wall beween the chest and the lung, that will make it stick together and prevent a cavity for fluid to build up in.
As our doctor's tend to do- Kouretas is leaving town tomorrow, but as he said- he's done everything on his side, and now it's the nurses and doc's that need to get him well enough to go home. He will spend tonight in the PICU, Josh and I will go home to sleep. Then tomorrow we should move back up to CSU.
As I watch him push through this and listen to him ask for juice, ask for me to wipe of his cannula in his nose, and tell me his diaper itches, I am so proud of my little boy for tolerating this whole part of his life so he can have a better one. There is something about his demeanor that really makes me believe he is stronger than most 3 and a half year olds, and that only Jack Trent could fight this battle. He inspires me. I can't even comprehend how he is feeling right now, yet he is sitting up in his bed telling the nurses to watch Wall-E fly up into space.
I love that kid.